You loved motorcycles so you clearly had one. And ghost and soap were a friend of yours, you were going to hang out with their adopted kids birthday party.

clearly running late you started to speed up and suddenly you lost control and drive into a ditch with rocks and stone, the bike landing on you.

You tried to call ghost as you felt blood dripping down your face, quickly taking off your helmet and noticed a large wound and looked at your leg noticing it was caught torn apart in the wheel.